While the night is shifting to the day，

　　I'm thinking of you.

　　The red plum is beginning to blossom，

　　The shadows of the magpie are shining during the bloom.

　　The dawn in your eyes is burning，

　　Brighten up my heart with your hands' touching，

　　It was used to be.

　　While the moon is changing to be the sun，

　　I'm missing you.

　　The Venus is rising onto the oriental sky，

　　Casting the golden light into the line of the earth.

　　The wind is roaring and the clouds are assembling，

　　A storm is approching，thunders burst out between us，

　　my heart is bleeding and tears rolling down，

　　it was used to be.

　　While the past is turning to be the future，

　　The nightingale is singing in the nightmare，

　　I'm chasing you.

　　We're dancing under the ashes of time，

　　Watching each other till our faces becoming vaguer and vaguer through the blue smoke.

　　It was always to be.

　　The title illustration：Untitled. Painter：GaoXingJian